Check Yo Self

(Aah!) Yeah Yeah So come on and chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself Check (yeah) You better check yourself 'fore you wreck yourself 'Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Dropping bombs on your moms Kill car alarms, doing foul crime I'm that brother with that Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know we got the indo No, I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain And no, I'm not the butler, I'll cut you Headbutt you, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know, boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Doughboy This ain't no kinda motion picture A guy or tricker, my homie get with you And hit you, taking that yak to the neck (yeah) So you better run a check So come on and chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself Chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself Yeah, come on and check yourself before you wreck yourself 'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health, uh Chicky-check, yeah (that's right) Chicky-check (aah!) Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played 'Cause they trick-made, pulling out a switch-blade That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, hoe AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow Got a new style (watch out now) I hate little tricks claiming that they foldin' bank But steady talking noise in the holding tank First, you wanna step to me? Now your ass screaming for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now they runnin' up in you slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan Now your name is just Twan Switchin', snappin', rollin' your eyes and neck You better run a check So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself Come on and check yourself before you wrick-ity-wreck yourself So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself 'Cause big Ds in yo' mouth is bad for ya health Chicky-check, (punk) yeah Chicky-check, yeah (aah!) If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to your cranium (pow!) I got six and I'm aimin' em Will I buss, or keep you guessing? And kill you when that noise you're stressing Trick, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighborhood rat Go ahead and keep your drawers Giving up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead The trick is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, people call her "Lips and Lungs" Nappy dugout, and you're stuck out 'Cause women like you gets no respect (yeah) Trick, you better run a check So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself, uh Come on and check yourself before you wrick-ity-wreck yourself 'Cause tricks like you is bad for my health, uh (yeah) Chicky-check, (pump your brakes) yeah Chicky-check, yeah (aah!) So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself, uh (yeah) Come on and check yourself before you wrick-ity-wreck yourself (aah!) So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself So chick-ity-check yourself before you wreck yourself uh (yeah) Come on and check yourself before you wrick-ity-wreck yourself (yeah, yo) Nine Trey, remix! On a old school tip (yeah) That's how we coming